Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“I have to finish my shift,” Briar mutters.
My body goes cold. I want to call after her as she walks away, but I just watch as she goes back into the truck stop.
She was touched by what I did. I know that.
“So you’re the corrupt cop.”
I stop, looking back at her over my shoulder. “Depends on who you ask,” I reply. Her expression flickers. I get back into the cruiser.
I guess Briar told her about me. Shit, I wish I’d been there for that conversation. Did she tell her everything? Or did she leave out the most intimate details?
Even as I sit in my car, watching Briar through the window, I can’t stop playing back every moment of her ‘interrogation.’ Christ, what I wouldn’t give to be back there with her right now.
I close my eyes and replay everything. A vision of her body enters my mind, playing out in slow-motion. Her sweet curves, tender breasts, smooth thighs, delicious pink pussy.
The truck stop’s sign flickers, the siding is peeling, and the roof looks ready to fall in, but Briar shines through it all like a beacon of beauty. She’s a work of art surrounded by scraps. She deserves a better life. And I’m gonna give it to her.
I sit here for the next two hours watching her work. Every time she bends to wipe a table, tucks her hair behind her ear, or serves someone a drink, my pants get tighter. But I don’t touch myself. I’m saving that for her.
My abs tense as two truckers walk through the front door. One of them blatantly checks Briar out and pretends to jerk off to his friend. They both laugh, and I’m this close to hopping out of the car and breaking both of their noses when Briar tosses her apron, grabs her bag, and comes outside.
It’s midnight. Her shift must be over. Thank God. The last thing I need right now is two random assault charges.
I wait for her friend to drive off, then pull up to Briar’s car as she’s about to get in. “Excuse me, miss? I’m gonna need you to come with me.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” she replies, a fresh sassy tone to her voice. “Except back to my place for a nice hot shower.”
“I’ve got a shower at my house.” I grin. “Along with a few further questions.”
Her eyebrows fold above her nose into the most adorable frown. I drag my eyes down her baggy T-shirt, picturing her ripe breasts beneath, and my mouth starts to water.
“More interrogation?” she asks. She licks the side of her bottom lip and glances away like she’s thinking, then shakes her head. “No. I have to get home.”
She reaches for her car door, but before she can open it, I raise my handcuffs out the window and shake them. The metal clang of steel on steel echoes through the parking lot.
“Don’t make me cuff you again, Briar,” I tell her. “Unless of course, that’s what you want me to do.”
Again, a flare behind her eyes, like tiny little sparklers that were just ignited. There’s more to this girl than people know, and I’m going to discover it.
“Okay, Officer,” she replies, her sultry lips twisting slightly. “You drive. I’ll follow.”
Balls aching, I pull out of the parking lot and watch as she swings out behind me. It may be night, but the moon is out, and I can see her eyes in the rearview.
They tease me. Two orbs of beauty, just taunting me, knowing I’m desperate for the rest of her. By the time I pull up at the house, I’m about to come apart. I can barely get my cock stuffed back into my pants. In fact, I have to leave the top button undone just to be able to walk.
“So this is Casa de Gareth, eh?” Briar asks as she hops out of her car. Her hair is an absolute mess. She looks fried from her shift. But all I see is beauty. Gorgeous, mouth-watering sexiness that makes me want to devour her.
God almighty, look at this girl. The way her jeans hang off her hips, I want to tear them off with my teeth and lick her pussy until she passes out.
And knowing she’s untouched has me flaming with anticipation. All the things I’ll teach you, Briar. You’re mine. You’ll never leave me.
“You speak Spanish, eh?” I ask.
She shrugs. “Truck stop Spanish. Mostly just ‘more coffee’ and ‘the bathroom is over there.’”
Not only is she hot, she’s fucking adorable. So cute that I can’t restrain myself any longer. I move in and sweep her up into my arms, like a groom carrying his bride down the aisle. She lets out a giggle that goes straight through me, causing my cock to flex as I bring her inside.
Her scent hits my lungs again, only this time it’s much more potent. It’s raw. It’s her. No shampoo or soap. Just her.